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Brown Corpus
The ponies were almost uncontrollable.
The pall of dust they raised made it difficult to see when the Aricaras charged again.
This time more of them hurdled the barrier.
A small Indian dived at Montero, who caught him with a swift upward stroke of his rifle butt.
It sounded like a man kicking a melon.
Above me a dark rider was whipping his pony with a quirt in an attempt to hurdle the bales.
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